Sex with dead bodies is what they wanted but the problem was that I was still alive. I thought it was just a gang bang. I was high and down to fuck. I wanted to have fun, I didn’t want to die. They had other ideas for me. At first, it was like a joke. They were skull fucking me and talking about the various ways they could kill me. I didn’t take them seriously until I saw the knives and ropes. I tried to play it off, act like I wasn’t scared, but I was. I was terrified. These were young clean-cut guys. They weren’t killers. One of the guys grabbed me by the throat and said they all came from money, so they could make it happen. Rich entitled boys. I knew they wanted to snuff me out. They picked up a druggie whore to fuck and kill. They were getting hard describing the various brutal ways they could kill me. One of the guys said he should just break my neck like a chicken. They all started pulling me in various directions. I wasn’t sure if it was to fuck me or to kill me. Snuff sex was imminent. I could feel it. That is when things got real. As they were pulling me in different directions, one of them said they should just pull my limbs off and fuck my dying stump. They meant it and I knew it. One by one they savagely pulled off a limb. An arm, a leg, then another arm and another leg. I was lying there a stump, bleeding out and going into shock as they started fucking my stump and laughing. I was high but in pain. I felt it all, every ounce of pain until everything went dark. I hope my dead body made a good snuff porn.
Ass rape porn is always more than I bargain for with BG. I don’t know his real name, but that is what every one calls him. He is a notorious drug dealer with a sadistic desire to destroy the asses of strung out women in need of a fix. I try to avoid him. He is a desperate call only. I found myself desperate. I texted him for a fix the other night, but he said my ass is all used up and he was not interested. What the fuck. I was desperate to get high and no one else will give me drugs. I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. What if I brought him a young girl with a virgin ass? I thought that would be worth some coke. He agreed. If I brought him an ass virgin, she could be my surrogate for his torture sex needs. My husband was going to hate me, but I borrowed his niece. She is a hot teen slut. Honestly, she is a brat and a cock tease, so this was a great idea. She can earn me some drugs and maybe get her attitude cut down a bit. I told her I was taking her back to school shopping. Just a little white lie. BG was pleased with her looks, but she pitched a fit. That was easily taken care of with a ball gag. To add to his twisted desires, he wanted me to help gape her ass. We put our hands up her tight teen ass together. Gaped her wide like the Grand Canyon. She was struggling, but I was enjoying it. She is a little self-entitled bitch anyway. BG took her ass cherry as I watched and snorted lines. I am going to have some explaining to do, because that little cunt won’t keep her mouth shut. I don’t care. I got my blow.
Bondage phone sex gets extra kinky when you are high as fuck and your master has you trapped in his basement. I don’t know how I got where I was, but I woke up upside down suspended from the ceiling getting skull fucked. Sucking a big dick upside down is not easy. You can’t breathe and you gag nonstop. Carlos was going rough too. That was the point. He wanted to suffocate me on his cock. My hands were bound as were my legs and arms. I couldn’t move. Carlos was in control. He had me floating in the air gagging on his cock. He would shoot a load of cum in my mouth and damn near kill me. I didn’t know who he was or how I got there. I could have been sold to the highest bidder for all I knew. He didn’t talk much. He was just interested in cumming and smothering me with his big dick. I was getting sick suspended upside down. At one point I puked. Cum and vomit sprayed out my nose and mouth. It was gross, but it made him just fuck me harder. He fucked me until he was drained. He cut me down and I landed in the pile of cum and puke. I was still restrained, so I couldn’t get up. He let me stay there overnight until he freed my hands. I ran as fast as I could home.
Taboo phone sex sluts like me get into some bad situations. Over the weekend, I was partying with some frat boys. They have great drugs and like to party. Things got nasty quickly. I have partied with these dudes before with no problem, but there was a new guy in the frat. He was the ring leader of this bunch and he said redheads are the devil. That made them all look at me differently. They swarmed me and chanted “die bitch” over and over. I wasn’t sure if they were serious or joking. It felt real. When they started choking me and forcing their dicks in my ass like I was a dirty ass rape porn star, I knew they didn’t care about me at all. I was going to be beaten, choked and fucked to death. The got their kicks fisting my ass. They had on big college rings and laughed at my gaping bloody ass. I cried, which made them laugh even more. Hours went by and they were stilling fucking me and passing me around like candy. I was close to passed but they didn’t care. They still chanted things like “die bitch,” “die whore.” I am scrappy, but this was too much. They were enjoying torturing me, treating me like garbage. I wanted to die, but they wanted to make the pain last and they did.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Many men have more than fantasies. I know. I am often force fucked. I ask for it. I am a druggy whore. Guys know what I am looking for when I go to certain places. I have that will fuck for drugs look all over my face. This one guy wanted to have me gangbanged. He was a black dealer, but he just wanted to watch his junkie clients sodomize me. I don’t do smack, but this night I did. He shoved a needle in my arm and I went limp. It hit me quickly. I was being passed around like a party favor. I vaguely recall one guy saying I needed a sponge to clean up all the jizz running out of my ass. Another dude shoved my torn panties up my ass to soak it up. Then I remember those cum soaked panties being shoved in my mouth as a ball gag because I started screaming when the ass rape porn started. Fists, shoes, cocks, even dirty needless went up my ass. My ass was bleeding from the needles cutting into my flesh. The smack made me feel like I was out of my body watching men abuse and degrade me. When the smack wore off, I felt every inch of what they did to my body. There is not enough cock in the world to make me not feel that pain. Three days later, my ass is still bleeding and prolapsed.
It was a domination phone sex call. I get a lot of those as a submissive slave. Some phone masters remind me of real life experiences. Master Ted reminded me of this one time when I was fucking out of desperation for coke. Why? Well, Master Ted was having me fuck myself with various things I could find in the house. A rolling pin, a wine bottle, a curling iron, a hairbrush, even my own fist. Once time this dealer told me he would give me coke if I entertained him. I tried to suck his dick, but he slapped me away, much like my phone master. Some men love using my skanky holes, others won’t get near me with a ten-foot pole. They don’t want anything to do with my skanky holes. I was desperate for coke that night like I often am. I started dancing for him and he laughed. He shamed me for thinking I was sexy like a stripper. I had two strikes, so I had to think quickly. I saw a baseball bat and I grabbed it. I started pushing it up my cunt and he didn’t roll his eyes, so I knew I was going in the right direction this time. He shifted his legs, which usually means hard dick in pants. I fucked my cunt so hard, I was raw. Like hurts raw. What got me the blow was putting that bat up my ass like an ass rape porn star. I ruined my asshole, but I got my coke. Master Ted was getting off listening to me fuck my pussy and ass with things way too big to be fucking my holes with. If you call me for some subby fun, remember I will put anything up my holes to please you.
Ass rape porn happens just about anywhere I go. Something about me screams my holes are open for torture to men when they meet me. I checked into a no tell motel last night to get high. My husband knows I have a problem, but I am not allowed to get high at home if the boys are home. He was home last night and on my last nerve, so I fucked my dealer, scored some dope and went to this crack motel. Everyone there is either doing illicit drugs or lot lizard skanks selling their fuck holes to truckers or druggies. I am not proud to go there. I am an upper class housewife, but I have no place I can get high. I was feeling good when some dude broke down my door. It wasn’t hard to do. He had a few friends with him. I guess they thought I snubbed them when I checked in. I didn’t need to fuck, I had my medicine. I just ignored their “hey babies.” They thought I owed him an apology. One guy tied me up, so I couldn’t fight. Once I was secure, they took turns force fucking my ass and pussy. They smelled like sweat and gas. They didn’t just fuck me. They pissed on me and slapped me around. They were drunk bastards. I just had to endure it until they got bored. They did leave, but they left me tied up and the door open. Apparently, they told the other folks at the hotel I was down to fuck. All night, random men came into my room and fucked me. Some just beat me or came on me, a few fisted me. It was a nightmare. I never got to enjoy my blow. Guess that is just a day in the life of a taboo phone sex junkie.
Gangbang rape porn was not on my agenda last night. Actually, I was not looking for trouble. I was not even looking for drugs. For once, my supply was solid, and I didn’t need to put myself at risk to score. Trouble has a habit of finding me, however. I went out last night for a jog. I was high and full of energy. There is a college campus near my home, so I often jog around there because it is safer. Not last night. I went by a frat house, heard the whistles and lewd comments then something struck me in the head. A rock I think. It’s vague, but I believe someone tossed a rock at the back of my head, which made me stumble and some frat boys took me into their house. Originally, I thought they were being nice. I quickly learned that one of the guys threw the rock. They tied me up after they stripped me naked. They called me a cock teasing whore and a litany of other things. These college boys cared nothing about me or what they were about to do. I tried pleading with them as a mother since I was the right age to be any one of their mothers. That made things worse. They all had rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. I just tried to go to a happy place while they savagely forced their cocks in my ass and pussy, many times 2 to 3 dicks in a hole at once. They were savages. Slapping me around, spitting on me and fisting my fuck holes too. I thought they were nice young men, but they were no better than the dealers who pimp me out and abuse me, so I can get some blow. After a few hours, they grew bored with me. My clothes were shredded. I had to do a walk of shame from the frat house to my home. I was naked and covered in cum. No one stopped to help me. I think they just saw me as a strung out whore.
Snuff sex is all I deserve. I know this. I am worthless. I think that is why I gravitate to mean assholes. I am not attracted to men who will treat me well. I have never been with a loving man. I wouldn’t know how to act. My husband just ignores me. I don’t think we say two words to each other a day. He has his whores and I have my masters. He said to me once that he was just waiting for the call that I was dead. I know he thinks my lifestyle is risky. He won’t give me drug money, so my lifestyle is his fault when you think about it. I need drugs to function. With no money and used up holes, that leads to bad decisions. Many bad decisions like placing ads on fetish sites to be used for money. Tom was happy to pay me for his kinky desires. Tom has a mean streak that he told me he couldn’t explore with a girlfriend or a wife. Since I was a whore, he was happy to pay me to do the things he can’t with most women. He put a collar around my neck and made sure I knew I was his sex slave. He choked me, slapped me, kicked me, even flicked his cigar ashes on me. He called me names, beat me and pissed on me too. He said his cock had never been so hard. I had to wonder if my cunt had ever been so wet.
I didn’t think making a lesbian gangbang rape porn would be bad. I needed the money and I saw an ad on a fetish porn site I pick up gigs when I am desperate. When I arrived at the address I was provided, I was shocked to see a gang of women. They didn’t look like dykes. Lipstick lesbians maybe, I thought? There were no introductions. They swarmed me like horny vultures. One of them shot me full of something. Felt like heroin the way I suddenly felt. It was like I left my body. I felt at peace for a moment. That euphoria was replaced by fear and pain quickly once the band of lesbian bitches started charging me with humongous dildos. They rammed them in my mouth at once. 5 dildos the size of horse cocks were ramming in and out of my mouth with such speed, I gagged. I choked and gagged and then I puked. I could hear laughter. They were around me like a pack of wild animals but I was so fucked up, it felt like it wasn’t happening to me. When they switched gears to ass rape porn, I felt every moment of anal torture. Women can be the cruelest, sadistic bitches. Those same 5 dildos went in my ass at once. The shot of smack was wearing off and my ass was bleeding and prolapsing. I was crying in pain. This torture was not worth the couple hundred bucks I was making for this, if I would even see the money. Hours I endured fat long dildos crammed into my fuck holes. I was covered in sweat, urine and even shit and puke. I felt like a drunk bum who spent the night in an alley. They were on meth and it brought out their sadism. Never again will I agree to work for women. They are fucking savages.
